Daisies Don’t Lie « Whispers In The Wind

Daisies Don’t Lie

February 18, 2008 by Shirley Allard

Loves me
Loves me not
A childhood game of chance.
One by one the petals drop
Loves me
Loves me not.

Loves me
Loves me not
Grown hearts abandon chance.
One by one the petals drop
Loves Me
Then we stop.

Posted in Poetry | 6 Comments

on February 18, 2008 at 5:32 pm1 Bob

Just like all things in life, it always helps to know when to stop. I like the open-ended approach. Nice, Shirley…
on February 18, 2008 at 9:52 pm2 Shirley

Thanks, Bob. This one will become a classic don’t you think?
on February 19, 2008 at 10:12 am3 ozymandiaz

I think this more a case of transferance. we put away what we call childish things and take up more complicated ways of doing the same thing.
on February 19, 2008 at 2:48 pm4 Shirley

I think you’re dead right Oz.
on February 19, 2008 at 8:43 pm5 JO

I like that ending, too. It’s strong, abrupt, kind of hits you in the face, like reality does.
on February 20, 2008 at 2:23 pm6 Shirley

Thanks, Jo. It does have a way of doing that doesn’t it?